Changes — inner, outer, for better or for worse

Mrs. Doubtfire

Miranda’s eyes shifted in confusion. What exactly had played before her? “The whole time?” she asked.

Daniel’s nose poked through the torn silicone mask. His face came into a slow focus; a bashful smile touched his lips.

“The whole time?” she asked again. Her eyes took in the enormity of the events unfolding before her. Did her soon-to-be ex-husband really disguise himself as an elderly matron? Had he passed himself off as a nanny for the past few weeks? The truth sank. Her eyes narrowed to thin daggers which her forehead swallowed. “The whole time?” she spat through gritted teeth.